I Am Lucius van Dyke III

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Scooter and I sat on the couch nibbling at the sugar cookies as Mrs. Baker sat sipping tea while admiring the shrine to her son, purveyor of Ricky Baker’s Auto Action.

“Ricky sold a car to Tip O’Neil yesterday boys. Imagine, my little Ricky selling a car to the Speaker of the House himself,” said Mrs. Baker.

Scooter and I rolled our eyes. The likelihood of Mr. O’Neil visiting Youngstown let alone buying a car from Ricky Baker was infinitesimally small. Read the rest of this entry »

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Her house, two doors up from ours, was a white Cape Cod with a finely manicured lawn, so perfect that children and dogs dare not to step foot upon its velvet grass.

“Come in boys,” said Mrs. Baker.
“Thank you Mrs. Baker,” said my mother. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Read the rest of this entry »